The inexplicable sound of bones vibrating is like a tiger stretching and vibrating its body!
"Wow!"
He bent his legs, jumped violently, grabbed his hands, and leaned back. Sun Dewei burst out with energy, and Zhang Wufeng completely felt the sonic boom!
This kind of terrifying inner energy really frightened Zhang Wufeng to the extreme.
This time, what he saw was no longer a human, but a tiger, a ferocious predator. This ferocious movement was simply too shocking.
By the end of the performance, Zhang Wufeng was still shocked.
When it comes to feelings, it’s just one word! Like!
It looks like! It’s so similar! When a person plays a tiger to this extent, it is no longer lifelike, but lifelike!
At that moment, Zhang Wufeng felt as if he heard the roar of a tiger, the roar of a tiger pouncing on its food. The shock in his heart was self-evident.
Suru was relatively calm, but her beautiful eyes were deeply stimulated.
"Spiritual! There is real spirituality, but after all, people are not tigers, no matter how similar they are, they are not tigers." Suru said to himself, but Sun Dewei, who felt that he was playing well, suddenly stayed in his mind.
In situ.
His face turned red, white, blue and purple, sometimes happy, sometimes confused. He stood like this for nearly ten minutes.
"Call the heart"
He exhaled a long breath, which lasted for nearly three minutes. The terrifying exhalation made Zhang Wufeng sigh with emotion.
It is true that in this world, it is not that there are no strong people, but that people with little knowledge and qualifications cannot see strong people. A person with an average level can only know people who are almost at the same level.
After exhaling this breath, Sun Dewei's whole body felt as if he had fallen into a river, and sweat dripped down like rain.
He took a few deep breaths and gradually calmed down. He looked at Suru with a smile and didn't say much, but nodded respectfully towards her. Suru smiled generously, her smart eyes
There was a bit more joy in his eyes: "Grandpa Sun, congratulations!"
"Hahaha, it's easy to say, you woke up the dreamer with just one word! I feel embarrassed to compete with those eight dirty old men again. Sun Dewei said happily, and Zhang Wufeng was also in a very good mood.
It seems that when teaching others, the bottleneck that has troubled Sun Dewei for a long time has been completely broken.
Yes, no matter how much you look like a tiger, as long as you are not a tiger, what's the use of looking like a tiger?
In such a realm, for ordinary people, it is better not to think about it as soon as possible, and first imitate the tiger shape to make it similar in appearance and spirit, and then consider whether it looks like a tiger or not.
Because this is a step-by-step process, it’s not that Mr. Sun’s cultivation method is wrong.
Zhang Wufeng is now trying his best to imitate the tiger shape. He has the deepest feelings about the tiger shape. The memories of Cai Zhiqiang's martial arts training have become his. Cai Zhiqiang's special skills have been fully understood by him as if they are deeply rooted in his soul, and he naturally feels deeply.
However, there is a physical resemblance to Cai Zhiqiang, reaching a realistic level, but the spiritual resemblance is different.
The real process is four kinds: the form is similar but not the spirit, the form is similar but the spirit is not similar, the spirit is similar but the form is not similar. The spirit is similar but the form is similar.
As for Sun Dewei, he has reached the fourth type. Now that he is seeking a breakthrough, he has returned to the first type. He is not similar in form and spirit, but he has reached the first type. This is a return to nature.
Of course, in terms of strength, it is certain that he has improved a bit, but it is not the true return to nature as in the legend.
When boxing, there is no trace of deliberate imitation, and there is no need to worry about the similarity. Only in this way can the punches made in this way be given spirituality with all one's heart!
Teach others, teach yourself, and break through the crazy criticism. Perhaps this is the reward for being a good person.
"Xiao Zhang, how do you feel?" Xiao Sun Dewei asked with a smile.
"Well, it's very touching. I can feel the fist's intention and spirit. The punches produced like this are indeed extraordinary!" Zhang Wufeng said with deep approval.
"Yes, so this spirit is what warriors pursue and train. It looks ethereal, but it is not.
When you practice cultivation, you must turn it into an instinct and integrate it into your bones!
When you are eating, sleeping, walking, going to the toilet, etc., you can think carefully and brew up the secrets of each move, so that you can act instinctively, dismantle the moves, and connect any move to form different ways of fighting the enemy."
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Sun Dewei said seriously and carefully.
Zhang Wufeng listened carefully, while Suru looked deeply at Sun Dewei and listened carefully to his story. Those smart eyes seemed to truly reveal spirituality.
"The half-step Bengquan I taught you is different from the Xingyi Bengquan. In terms of technique, many people think that the route taken by Bengquan is a straight line and a straight punch. In fact, this view is one-sided.
. Analyzing from the technical movements of Bengquan, it does not move in a straight line, but contains a certain arc in its movement process. When the Bengquan with a smooth step changes into a Bengquan with a step, or the Bengquan with a step changes into
When doing the Shunbu Fist, the back fist is punched forward along the forearm of the front hand, which implies a downward force.
, Xiang Bu Mengtao's strength can only be wielded in four or seven pairs, and it cannot be done in a straight line."
Sun Dewei's explanation lasted from noon to about three o'clock in the afternoon. In the meantime, a servant brought food, but he didn't eat. Zhang Wufeng and Suru were also hungry and didn't eat. They all listened attentively.
Especially Suru, the concentration she heard made Zhang Wufeng a little surprised. Suru has been transformed, won't she become a geek in practice?
After Sun Dewei finished explaining the secret of Half-step Bengquan, it was 3:40 in the afternoon.
Zhang Wufeng followed Sun Dewei's instructions and concentrated on practicing the Half-step Collapse Boxing. His performance was very good. At least, Sun Dewei nodded and praised him.
Zhang Wufeng has no internal energy. His internal energy is actually crystal power. The little internal energy generated in his body is not enough to be swallowed by the crystal power, but the crystal power he produces is more powerful and violent than the internal energy.
With strength, reaction, speed and wisdom, the so-called half-step collapse fist is actually not as difficult as imagined.
Suru may have been thoroughly optimized, her comprehension ability has improved, and she can grasp a kind of "spirituality" in everything. She just subconsciously put on airs, which made the muscles on Sun Dewei's face stunned for a moment, and then he twitched for a long time before recovering.
, that extremely wonderful expression is really funny.
"Oh, I shouldn't have agreed to this, Xiaoru. You have such a great talent, but I drove my apprentice away. I'm so ashamed!"
Sun Dewei's words to himself made Zhang Wufeng and Suru chuckle.
"Grandpa Sun, in Suru's heart, you are her forever master." Suru said with a smile.
"Haha, Xiaoru, you are still sensible. I am very pleased to be my teacher!" Sun Dewei was so happy that the gap between his eyebrows disappeared and his eyes narrowed into a single line.
Although Suru did not perform the Bengquan, neither Zhang Wufeng nor Sun Dewei had any doubts about her talent.
At this time, Zhang Wufeng also vaguely knew that Jingsha's optimization may only target a special attribute for a person, and Suru may be a kind of "spirituality."
Suru endured the most energy, and it was directed in only one direction. She also had a hard life from childhood to sharpen her soul. Once she mastered the laws of things, it would be normal for her to become stronger.
Zhang Wufeng thought in his heart, and he was also very happy. For himself, because of his many abilities, the crystal power and crystal fog still need to maintain the crystal space, so it is understandable that he cannot compare with Suru in a special place.
But although Suru is spiritual, her IQ may not be much higher. When meeting Sun Feifei, she may still be tricked by a few tricks.
Therefore, if all efforts are made to optimize genes in one direction, the effect of optimization will be terrifying!
After some random speculation and calculation, Zhang Wufeng understood these doubts and felt relieved.
At this time, Zhang Wufeng was about to speak when he suddenly felt a dull, suppressed bloody aura coming from him. He looked up and saw that a group of eight people had arrived in the courtyard, which was not particularly large.
Five of these eight people were all dressed in black, with black coats, black sweatpants, and black sneakers. Three of them were wearing blue cloth coats and all had black heads.
What's going on? Except for two old women in their sixties who were dressed in black, the rest were all men between forty and seventy years old.
And walking at the front was an old man who looked to be in his seventies, with white hair and a black cloth coat. His eyes were bright and restrained, the fragrance was prominent on both sides of his temples, his forehead was a little bright, his nose was like an eagle, the bridge of his nose was very high, and his face was
The cheekbones on both sides are also very prominent.
Seeing this person, Sun Dewei's face also darkened, and he said: "Ding Sanju, you brought a group of Bajimen here, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean? Old man Sun, when you come here, you naturally make friends with martial arts! I heard that there is an expert who is very good at fighting. I am not very talented, so I would like to ask for some advice!"
The old man, nicknamed "Ding Sanju," had a cold tone, and an invisible majesty of a warrior escaped from his words.
Zhang Wufeng looked at this man, his heart was a little trembling, and his eyebrows jumped up without any warning.
Sure enough, this was an old one, and an even older one came.
"Wu Feng is a junior, but a disciple of the Eight Elders of the Xingyi Sect. He is only a second-generation disciple. If you bully him, you have no regard for the moral principles of the world!" Sun Dewei said with a cold tone, and his words were not polite at all.
"Old Man Sun, others are afraid of your half-step collapse. I just want to feel how scary it is. Don't be like a few years ago when you were beaten for three years without being able to take action. As for the second generation disciple, I am Ding.
People are now second-generation disciples. I became a disciple of Ding Dahe online today, and he taught me the three-legged Kung Fu! Hahahahaha, second-generation disciples versus second-generation disciples, this is not bullying the juniors!
